You walk into the softly lit bedroom filled with some spa music to see your daughter Barbara sprawled across her giant bed, her massive form rising and falling slowly with each sleepy breath. Her belly spreads out in all directions, tugging at her overworked crop-top as she lets out a slow, lazy yawn. She blinks up at you with half-lidded eyes, pouting slightly as she wriggles her toes, clearly too comfy to move as she yawns like a baby kitten and smiles at you.

Barbara: Hey mommy/daddy, I need help to get dressed again. My gut is so big because of all the yummy food you feed me.